A few years ago, I saw a man that I hadn’t seen in many years. This man was in his 60s and lived in the same neighbourhood as me. Life happened, and I have not seen this man for at least 5 years. One day I saw this man; we crossed eyes, and we stared at each other for what seemed to be an hour. That was it. I saw him, he saw me, and then I never saw him again. A few years later, maybe two or three years later, I was chatting with another neighbour, and they mentioned that the gentleman had passed away. From the approximate time I last saw him, it seemed that this other neighbour was saying that he passed away within a couple of months of our last encounter.
Me being the person that I am, I asked my angels (does this man need anything from me, what is happening here?) Time passed by, and I started to have visions and hear messages related to family members of this man. But… I had no idea, and I did not understand it. So, ignored it and continued to live my life. But the visions became stronger, and the spirit's presence was even stronger. And all of a sudden, I was meeting other neighbours on the street who would voluntarily speak about this gentleman. I was so confused about why that was happening, and I could not understand. I was at that period of my life, learning more about my spiritual abilities by going to a spiritualist church and other groups. I was somewhat confused about all that, as I was not being validated by the ones I thought had more experience than me in the Spiritism area.
That was a period of my life that lasted a few years as I was searching for answers to the things I was feeling and seeing. Unfortunately, I was mostly discouraged by my own perception and abilities and encouraged to admit that I was mostly imagining things.
Now, back to the gentleman: he is in the spirit world, and I realised that someone was sending me all these hints, broken messages, and different signs.
And then one day I lost my voice. I booked a GP appointment, and I had nothing. This went on for at least a month or a bit longer. I thought, what kind of sore throat is this?
And within a few days, I received a message from a family member of this man. Telling me they had a weird dream that they had to speak to me.
I went to meet the family member, and that was a very strong spiritual reading. I do not remember much because the healing and the message belonged to the family member. But I remember the person’s face saying to me: How long have you been like this? I have known you for years, and I did not know this about you… Well, yes, this is me!!!
From the reading, I remember giving relief and healing, and I felt the person’s energy shift and become lighter. I also remember the person asking me if I knew everything about their life. My answer was: of course not. It does not work like that. But the person did not believe me.
Back to the spiritual reading: The man in question took over my body and used my vocal cords; my voice changed, my expression changed, and he said all that he wanted to say. He wanted to redeem himself. I now understand the why (I will explain in another blog post). What exactly he said while using my body and my vocal cords, I do not actually remember, and I shouldn’t. Only because it does not belong to me. But I do remember that my voice was weird almost the entire time I was with the family member, and that I felt my body as if I was heavy on the ground and later as if I was flying in the clouds.
At the end, Spirit said its goodbyes and left, and my weird sore throat disappeared. As he left and said his goodbyes, the family member with whom I had a healthy relationship also left, making sure we would never see or speak again. That was more hurtful than the fake sore throat I endured for over a month.
But I learned from that that not everyone is willing to accept this side of me. As such, they release me from the burden of always having to create or have to explain myself and my abilities within my communication with spirit.
In this particular case that happened, I have learned so much about spirit and my abilities. And I learned that I can help and be a voice for spirit, but I have also learned to create boundaries and ask spirit to respect my space, my body and my health.
Friendships that rely on you being what they want you to be, or on your identity not being recognised, are not worthy of your time or your energy. But spirit is always available to help even those who stay far from you.
This is just a bit of a story that is personal to someone, and just a bit more of my spirit encounters for you.
With Love,
Marcia
